November in New York is cold but full of possibility for college freshman Erin Harris. When her twin brother, Nick, shows up on her doorstep for a surprise visit, Erin is delighted. Unfortunately, Nick’s arrival coincides with the discovery of a body outside her apartment building, a body drained of blood. Right away, Nick assumes vampires are involved. He’s not exactly their biggest fan since Erin dated one in high school.
Juggling nosy roommates, a first date with a gorgeous guy from college and a brother on a Van Helsing kick is enough to keep any nineteen year old girl busy – And then Erin’s old flame walks back into her life.
Is Erin destined to be caught up in supernatural shenanigans, or will she choose a different path?
I wrote Under the Desert Moon as a standalone novel all the way back in the summer of 2007. It went through a few drafts since then, and when it was published last year, I thought that was that. Erin’s story had been told. But I started wondering how Erin would get on after high school graduation. Would her twin brother, Nick, make it out of the sleepy town of Copperfield alright? Would Erin find another guy, or would she find herself thinking of the vampire James every now and again? Well, I stopped wondering and started writing.
Beneath Manhattan Skies features a few of the characters from Under the Desert Moon, but it can be read as a standalone. It’s set in November in New York during Erin’s first year of art college.
Though originally meant to be a short and snappy 25,000 word novella to be published in ebook format only, my characters had different ideas. It now stands at 45,000 words and is almost ready to make its way in the world. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a release date in ebook format in mid November. I’ve also decided to publish it on CreateSpace, mostly so I get to hold a physical copy in my hands and admire the pretty cover!
Xpresso Book Tours will be hosting a Cover Reveal on Friday October 25th, and I’ll post the cover on my blog the same day. Until then, it’s time to knuckle down and do some marketing work. The joys of self publishing. If anyone would like to sign up for the reveal, you can do so HERE.
I had the lovely Rebecca on the blog a while ago to share an excerpt from her debut novella, Precise.
My thoughts on Precise: Katie’s mother is psychotic. I kept turning the pages just to see how long it would take for Katie to tell her where to go. I did find it difficult to understand how Katie put up with her mom’s abuse for so many years. That woman should have been barred from coming within a hundred yards of Katie and her family. Precise is a compelling read. Once you start, you won’t be able to put it down.
Today, we’re spotlighting her novel, Drowning In You. Rebecca’s sharing the sexy, fun cover and an excerpt with us.
Crushed by a tragedy
Charlee May’s been crushing on Dexter Hollingworth since she was fifteen. Five years later, a horrific skiing disaster at Mason’s Ski Lift Resort leaves her millionaire dad critically injured and her mom dead at the hands of Dexter operating the lifts. Charlee is suddenly the sole caretaker for her little brother while their world falls apart.
Dexter couldn’t be more different from Charlee. He’s tattooed, avoids exclusive relationships and his Dad has a fair share of illegal dealings. With Dexter’s reputation, almost everyone believes he planned the Mason’s skiing disaster.
And after all these years he’s still crushing on Charlee May, the girl who’s too good for him.
When this cruel twist of fate ties Charlee’s family and Dexter’s reputation together, Charlee and Dexter wonder if their feelings are reciprocated, while Dexter discovers his dad is trying to steal the May’s millionaire fortune.
But like an addiction, one look, one touch, one taste—they’re hooked no matter the consequences.
Charlee looks like her mind’s in another world for a moment, staring at me. She’s not looking at my eyes, but through me. She grins, but she turns before I can see it light up her face. Her hair covers her expression as she tucks her chin away. What on earth has she got to be embarrassed about?
“Hang on a sec,” Charlee says to me. She steps out of her car, into the drizzle. She tucks some wild hair blowing in the wind behind her ear and I still see it. That grin. But she’s trying to desperately to hide it.
Maybe I’m already in? No, Dex, no. There’s no way that fucking angel is in any way “in” with you. Or that you deserve her or any reward.
Thinking of this makes my head spin, reminding me I absolutely need sugar right now because I’m not sure this stupid body can walk itself back home, argue with Dad for ten minutes and then manage to sneak into the pantry for sugar before completely collapsing.
I hate this all-too-familiar sensation—the wobbling, separating from my thoughts, as if this isn’t my body and I’m stuck in this useless thing that won’t do as I say.
“Dex!” Charlee has my arm. She has my arm—my arm that’s rigid from pleasure, from her touch—in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she’s right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh.
Having her sweet candy scent in my head is going to be hell from now on.
“Here, get in my car. It’s pouring!”
Now I notice the rain. Was it like that earlier? Maybe it was always raining this hard. All I know is if I can make out the two melons of her breasts through her loose top, the rain must be coming down. And I must be out of it to not have realized the weather before.
It would be so easy to slip into her car. I’d make her laugh again, so she’d do that thing where she would grin and tuck her chin into her chest, yet she couldn’t wipe me from her mind, and then I could brush my fingers over her cheeks to behind her neck where I could pull her to me. I know she’d like that. All girls do.
But this can’t happen. I killed her mom. I’m responsible for her dad’s life hanging in the balance—which I hear about daily, thanks to mom’s updates. I deserve punishment. Why am I allowed to live my life as if nothing happened? I hate being let off without resolution. As much as I didn’t want to lose my friends, as much as I hate the stares, the egg-throwing and mass public hate, it gives me something to feel. I should be hated for ruining Charlee’s family. She should hate me.
Right now, all I know when I see her grin at me, and grip my arm and look like an angel is that I do not deserve this. I don’t deserve any pleasure from Charlee when I’m the one responsible for taking away all her pleasure in life.
What I really deserve is to watch her slip away. It would be the only real thing I’d feel when I’m confused and hating myself. It would hurt so bad that it would have to be real compared to the nightmare I now live.
But that means using her as a prop in my punishment, and that’s worse.
We share the same look for a moment, her eyes on my face and mine on hers. This moment is ours. My hand is so close to her hip that I could…
“Is he coming, Charlee?” Darcy yells over the rumble of the rain.
Charlee says, “Coming back now. Don’t worry.”
I can’t stop myself from wondering if her bra is black or gray.
She gives me a weird look so maybe she caught me. Good. Maybe now she’ll go and leave me—but then she does something really stupid and says, “You’re absolutely coming with me, Dexter. It’s pouring and you look like you’re going to faint.”
“Actually,” I say, and I’m grinning from ear to ear, like a total douche, “I think…”
My cell goes off. Saved by the bell. My crotch hates this moment, but my head knows I’ll look back and remember this as the best possible interruption.
About the author:
Rebecca Berto is a new adult contemporary romance author. She is also a freelance editor.
She writes stories that are a bit sexy, and straddle the line between Literary and Tear Your Heart Out. She gets a thrill when her readers are emotional reading her stories, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She’s strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction.
Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their doggy.
Since I enjoyed Precise, I’m sure Drowning In You will be right up my alley. Good luck, Rebecca. If you don’t already know Rebecca, she’s a go-getter in the self-publishing world. I am always in awe of her ability to keep writing, marketing, blogging and social networking around the clock. I aspire to be like Rebecca some day.